We spend our lives searching for happiness. If it comes through material possessions, all is well if we know when we have enough to make us happy. If we put no limitations on what we ...
We are the chosen ones who God selected when the spirit moved across the waters. We are blessed and cursed by its wayward destinations. Deep inside our soul it came to us for the dawn...
Deep inside a brittle spirit sleep… In a warm body lulled to sleep by Weeping angels and celestial choir… Heaven incarnated in tranquil lull… Soft melodies finding harmonic hom…
Muscling Man the throttle, full speed ahead Fire up all systems to the max Take the devil aboard and go Hammer down, wait for nobody
I awoke this morning in my cave. That orange sphere in the sky arose from the horizon and started its westward journey. The leader of the tribe made some strange noises with his mouth...
Soaring high and higher, one step over the fields of death, gossamer clouds with wings of whit… the Olympic man on his Olympic sk… looks down at the valleys below,
Comes a time when the battering di… When the pain is a never ending sa… When the arsenals are like the nak… When resistance is a sapling again… When the calm goes into the wild,
Air and melody a potpourri of soun… a mixture of sweetness all around of jasmine permeating the absorben… and melody running through an earn… melodious psalms in harmony with t…
Full speed ahead, feeling the adre… surging through the veins, bulldozing its way to the heart, bringing sweet smelling roses and barrels of caffeine and spices
The air was air and the breath was… The skies were blue and the mornin… Walks in early summer, so invigora… ‘Til the soup came and spoiled eve… Air’s so thick, so slow, so lazy.
Mother Nature, her behavior curse… Her blackness exposed, her canons… Her fires bolting through the ugly… Her speech proclaiming, “let freed… Her movements like a cat up on the…
Slaves of the slaves of the slaves… of the evil behind the tiers of ev… the beast with the black iron bloo… the turbulent flowing of the poiso… through demonic veins,
Some say that happiness is in the contentment of the senses and faith is in the pursuit of it. Some say that heaven is at the summit, the high judge who oversees morality being observe...
The Stacking Little girl, for your fateful choo… When all the cards were stacked ag… Your face so homely, skin so coars… Legs so twisted, smile so far away
Lonely Violin My love, my woman, my angelic song Your whole body holds a Gentle sweetness destined for me Your subtle waist a sculptor’s dre…